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From collected poems by John Berger
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geryone · 7 months
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Pig, Sam Sax
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chainsawmascara · 3 months
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I would really like to introduce bg3 fans to the concept of "nerds are allowed to work out and often enjoy doing so."
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randomgirl005 · 1 month
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A Room of One's Own
"A Room of One's Own" by Virginia Woolf explores the world of female novelists, emphasizing the importance of financial independence and personal space for women to freely express their ideas.
I personally enjoyed a lot her reflexions about both sexes, and how she talks diferently about men and women, and their diferent grade of dificulties in order to make themselves a name in the novelism world.
I also liked a lot her references to some of the most famous and important female autors, with whom without their work and constant dedication, we, women, woudn't be where we are now in the literary world.
I give it 4 stars, because there were moments of confusion and deviation from the main topic, making it challenging to follow at times, although I think we can blame It on the writing style from back then.
Nevertheless, it's a book with valuable reflections that every women should read at least once in their life.
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finelythreadedsky · 2 months
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 On one level the book is about the life of a woman who is hardly more than a token in a great epic poem, on another it’s about how history and context shape how we are seen, and the brief moment there is to act between the inescapable past and the unknowable future. Perhaps to write Lavinia Le Guin had to live long enough to see her own early books read in a different context from the one where they were written, and to think about what that means.
-Jo Walton
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oatbugs · 1 month
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pls i need to provide updates
#basically yesterday night was chaharshanbe suri . which is a solar new yr tradition where we let go of the past suffering in our year#and like...start the new yr w fresh vigour . anyway so my friend was at the event and we were abt to leap over the fire#and she was like bro im im glad u blocked her (situationship) etc etc . and then. my phone started vibrating. and i look at it. and my f#friend looks at it. and its her. and were both like what the fuck?? i blocked her things r Over and anyway so i pick up the phone and shesl#acting like nothing happened (bc nothing DID happen for her) and she was like ohh ur doing chaharshanbe suri im not doing anything etc what#are ur new yr plans so i jusr .IDK WHY I DID THIS . but ig i didnt wanna come off as like lonely i said probably hanging out w family and#friends maybe reading poetry together . et cetera and she was like wait that sounds so fun why didnt u invite me!#LIKE WDYM YOUVE BEEN CONSISTENTLY MAKING IT CLEAR U DONT WANT TO BE IN MY PRESENCE . and i told her that after#everything i thought she didnt want to see me again and she was like you always think that 😐 . like. ?? ok anyway so she expects me to#invite her . and like. there is an above 0% but sub-5% chance she will actually show up . but the panic that gripped me#i started making calls to my friends asking them if they can come on the 23rd bc there must be an event and also i asked my mother#and she said actually yeah i am doing a thing on the 23rd :D it involves over 16 ppl (we live in a v small flat) of which like...7 are kids#so you wont have space to be in ur own room let alone invite others. which tbh like ...being around a bunch of loud kids doesnt seem fun fo#any of my friends or me etc so i thought maybe i should arrange things so that we all go out together and if she shows up she shows up 🤷‍♀️#but . im so. WHY DID I SAY THAT . i had to panic-call my research partner and ask him to get from oxf to where i live on the 23rd#and when he heard the explanation he like. the light in his voice disappeared 💀 but he potentially agreed so idk#THE ISSUE IS. 23rd im supposed to also have . a date#w this girl that i had a huge crush on when i was 15-16 (posted abt this b4 but id get shitty black coffee in the mornings just to spend a#few more minuted w her each day and she was the cleverest girl in school and she cared abt nothing but her academics but now shes very gay#scraggly homosexual etc etc shes cute) and YEAH IDK#like id have to go there on the date come back fast meet ppl POTENTIALLY (again under 5%) meet situationship girl#like is that even doable#but the thing is it would be so so so funny bc all of my friends dislike her sooo much#.........what if i invited the girl im supposed to have a date w over to hang out w us#god that would be so hilarious and chaotic . i wont do it tho im a mature person x#but it would be soooo funny#I HAVE AN ASSIGNMENT DUE TMRW 12:30PM IT IS 10:49PM RN I HAVENT STARTED IT bc i was rotting sadly in bed#popped a ritalin pill tho so here we go x#i have found myself in a state of such sheer agony and rage and sorrow and grief over this girl that atp i feel like#its just so entertaining . like i feel vaguely over it? ik nothing will come of it so its like just . have fun . vibe
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potato-lord-but-not · 2 years
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I noticed her eyes once for the first time: they were green, and blue, and brown. They were the colors of the earth. And that revelation has stuck in my brain and I have many feelings about it.
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ofgirlandbooks · 6 days
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I've grown pretty fond of how I spend my days as of lately, I've been writing here and there on this website/app, and doom scrolling Pinterest for some inspirational writing posts. The days drift by in a blur, and next thing I know, it's already evening time.
I've also been writing on my stories, but for the most part, I'm on this website/app to share snippets of my life, because I know deep down there are people on here who need encouraging words, despite having had some if not a lot of tragedy in their lives, it's nice to know, in a comforting way, that they are not alone.
We're writers and poets and artist, for fucks sake anyways. We have worlds living in our heads thrashing at our minds to come out and play. But as a child, for most of us like myself, we were told to put it away and silence those voices. No more will we listen to the old and dying of the old world.
Things are changing now, it's our time to be ourselves and to write, and create art. The old world doesn't work for us anymore, as much as we've tried to force it upon ourselves. Today, we change our way of thinking and pursue our creative endeavors.
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discocandles · 7 months
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Ok but can we talk about how king David from the Bible was bi?
Because I would love to talk about how king David from 1 and 2 Samuel was a bi man.
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catilinas · 2 years
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Dunt: a poem for a dried up river
Alice Oswald
Very small and damaged and quite dry, a Roman water nymph made of bone tries to summon a river out of limestone
very eroded faded her left arm missing and both legs from the knee down a Roman water nymph made of bone tries to summon a river out of limestone
exhausted        utterly worn down
a Roman water nymph made of bone being the last known speaker of her language she tries to summon a river out of limestone
little distant sound of dry grass        try again
a Roman water nymph made of bone very endangered now in a largely unintelligible monotone she tries to summon a river out of limestone
little distant sound as of dry grass     try again
exquisite bone figurine with upturned urn in her passionate self-esteem she smiles looking sideways she seemingly has no voice but a throat-clearing rustle
as of dry grass                                        try again
she tries leaning pouring pure outwardness out of a grey urn little slithering sounds as of a rabbit man in full night-gear, who lies so low in the rickety willowherb that a fox trots out of the woods and over his back and away              try again
she tries leaning pouring pure outwardness out of a grey urn little lapping sounds        yes as of dry grass secretly drinking        try again
little lapping sounds    yes as of dry grass secretly drinking        try again
Roman bone figurine year after year in a sealed glass case having lost the hearing of her surroundings she struggles to summon a river out of limestone
little shuffling sound as of approaching slippers
year after year in a sealed glass case a Roman water nymph made of bone she struggles to summon a river out of limestone
little shuffling sound as of a nearly dried-up woman not really moving through the fields having had the gleam taken out of her to the point where she resembles twilight        try again
little shuffling clicking she opens the door of the church little distant sounds of shut-away singing    try again
little whispering fidgeting of a shut-away congregation wondering who to pray to little patter of eyes closing                                    try again
very small and damaged and quite dry a Roman water nymph made of bone she pleads she pleads a river out of limestone
little hobbling tripping of a nearly dried-up river not really moving through the fields, having had the gleam taken out of it to the point where it resembles twilight. little grumbling shivering last-ditch attempt at a river more nettles than water                                        try again
very speechless very broken old woman her left arm missing and both legs from the knee down she tries to summon a river out of limestone
little stoved-in sucked thin low-burning glint of stones rough-sleeping and trembling and clinging to its rights victim of Swindon puddle midden slum of over-greened foot-churn and pats whose crayfish are cheap tool-kits made of the mud stirred up when a stone's lifted
it's a pitiable likeness of clear running struggling to keep up with what's already gone the boat the wheel the sluice gate the two otters larricking along                                     go on
and they say oh they say in the days of better rainfall it would flood through five valleys there'd be cows and milking stools washed over the garden walls and when it froze you could skate for five miles      yes go on
little loose end shorthand unrepresented beautiful disused route to the sea fish path with nearly no fish in
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revenantghost · 4 months
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Oh...
If I want to post a poem tomorrow I'm gonna have to actually edit and format it huh
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mauvaisfils · 2 months
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Mary Oliver - Swan, 2010
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tiredpoets · 1 year
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OH MY GOOOODDD
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goldenpoet1 · 9 months
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I'm not whole somewhere in my life. I've lost the part that I feel. The part that smiles and yet the expression becomes a mask. Behind it is the tragic face of horror, pain, agony, rage, frustration, anxiety, and depression. Yet I've spoken to the angel's, they spoke of celebration and perfection in holiness. I've drunk with the fallen angels. They speak of the free will of imperfections, failure crying for learned lessons, and redemption. I am the one who's most safe amongst the most alone. So I cry not because I'm weak, nor am I a coward, but because you can only take pain for so long until it's too late.
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browesishu · 2 months
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The souls doomed to drown shall never be weighed,
as they are meant to sink in the deepest of seas, never float away.
No matter how swaying the tides are, they will always be heavy enough to sink, not once gracing the shores.
It depicted a ship crashing into a stormy sea, sinking; This little one is inspired by that scene and a quote from the book I recently read;
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The other day...one of my friends went to a museum and sent me pictures of the paintings and stuff. There was a specific one that caught my eye.
"B E A U T Y I S T E R R O R"
-Henry Winter, The Secret History (Donna Tartt)
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"If I must die, you must live to tell my story to sell my things to buy a piece of cloth and some strings..."
Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!
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